I awoke with a terrible need to use the bathroom. If I had still lived in my nice little house on the cull-de-sac, I would have gotten right up. Since I no longer lived there, and since the distance from my bed to the bathroom was about twenty-five feet of bone chilling cold floor, I lingered in the bed. Coal stoves are pretty to watch and cheap to run, but...
My name is William Maitland. I'm an Assistant State Attorney in Jacksonville, Florida. Until three months ago I had a job I loved and a wife I loved who I thought loved me. Since then, I've learned that she stopped loving me, and I may have stopped loving my job. To do my job, I've had to have the faith that it is a job worth doing because there is an inna...
Two years ago I discovered my wife Rhonda was having an affair. That led to a vicious argument that ended with me packing my bags and moving out. Of course my moving out wasn't due to the argument. I was moving out because I wasn't going to live with a cheating slut. Our marriage was over the second she let another man into her panties. I checked into a mot...
I had intended that this would be the last part of this story. However, after reading the feedback from all those kind enough to comment and to email me I have decided to move directly into what I saw as a sequel. It also avoids my having to put what I am my editor saw as a weak end on the tale of Patrick and Laura. So what follows is just chapter three. T...
The signs were ready and waiting by the front door. I'd taken the better part of the last couple of days on them because I wanted them to be perfect. Now the hard part. Up the stairs, into the master bedroom, rip off the bedclothes, wrestle the mattress off the queen sized bed and half carry, half slide it down the stairs, down the hall, through the front do...
THE MORNING AFTER I awoke early the next morning before the alarm and stared at the ceiling fan turning slowly above my bed. Images from yesterday kept playing in my head like a highlight reel from Danica's Craziest Day Ever. Between being a naked stage prop, the humiliating return to Marketing, my confrontation with Stephanie, Barbara's quid pro quo, and m...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
Note: Hello readers! I know its been a minute since I submitted the first part of the story. What can I say? Its been very busy. I appreciate all the feedback from Chapter 1 and I finally gathered up the courage to write Chapter 2. I am going down the path of an erotic story as oppose to just focusing of the "action scenes" alone, but don't worry, there will...
76 Burrow Street 3:42 am Instinct told her to run, but her body refused. She knew she had to master her gut reaction in order to carry out her mission. This was the first time she'd actually gone out into the field without any sort of safety net. This was it – just her, no backup, no support team lurking five minutes behind her. No pressure of course, Tom h...
Author's Note: This is, first and foremost, a romantic story. However, I should warn you now, the leads are one female and one 'futa' character. Before you run away, I would like to say that this is not a major focal point in the plot, a character just happens to be one. For those that don't know, this is a character who is all women in almost every way, exc...